Dave Brinks: the caveat onus ::: fifty-seven

before the water fell nothing kept us from a good time it was as simple as digging up worms in the backyard trains going by near the playground were big jaw-droppers the ice cream truck adored us “the after dinner moonlight wagon ride” was our most recent ritual “hopgrassers” “smushrooms” and “puppy dog shoes” were newly minted vocabularies then now the water keeps falling it never stops